And so it starts...

It's about five in the morning and I'm packing my bags because I'm leaving to Mexico City in around 13 hours. It's so funny how difficult it can be to chose what I will be taking with me when I remember that seven years ago I didn't really care what would I bring. I guess that it's just difficult in comparison with my experience when I left Mexico long time ago. Back then, I just wanted to strip myself from all the things that made me who I was and now I'm just deciding from within all the stuff I have what represents me better. In the end it's all a matter of narrative and the stories that I can tell myself about who I am, what I do, and what I'm trying to convey to all these people that I haven't seen in ages. I'm having an anxiety attack, should I bring shoes or should I just walk barefoot over there so I can really feel the land?